Hanging from a rope

Not quite the right image, but all I can remember is: I was flying in a car with other people. I had a baby and he had to fly at the end of a rope. I had to latch him on and then latch myself on so we would be hanging apart from each other. I let him go and he was safe. We were flying through a City. There was a dog in part of the dream and a really angry (there we go back to angry again - hmmm) man who was wanting us to come down. I remember we were on an important mission and we were definitely not in harm's way.

Working for a Judge

I was working for Judges, or I was a family living with them, I'm not sure which. They had me cook something - like a contest to see who was going to get the job. I knew I didn't get it. I think my thing was a pizza something or other hors d'oeurve and I got a phone call. We talked about how I could make it better and I mentioned less sauce (to be less runny) and smaller pieces. Then I was walking in an alley of sorts, a place with lots of vendors and I remember stealing something. I needed a drink (not alcoholic) and other people knew I stole it but they didn't tell on me.

Then.....I had to go to a doctor's office to make an appointment for someone else. Jason Bateman was there with we connected. It was an awesome, hit your heart kind of connection. We couldn't take our eyes off each other. I was single, but he was married with 4 kids so I knew it would never happen. He was a pharmaceutical rep in line behind me. He had a large graph and chart with him. I got to the window and I didn't know any information about the person I was making the appointment for except for what was wrong. They said they were going to write my name down until I could figure out who it was. Then I heard a little voice calling "mama, can I get up?" and I didn't want to wake up out of that dream. I wanted to go back to Justin Bateman, but couldn't get there.

A few notes:

a. The night before I was such a nerd and I was watching PBS' channel of the Supreme Court of Ohio and I was watching a case about a motorcoach dealership that went out of business, the people who bought a lemon-type motorcoach and the financing company.

b. Justin Bateman was in "The Breakup" which I watched last week.

c. Molly just showed me some graphs and charts, so maybe that's why that was in there (I don't know, this is all very surfacy).

As always, there were more details, but so life goes...

Old Haunts

I was in California visiting Noel. We had driven up from San Diego and were visiting in Los Angeles. Noel had to go home later thta day. All of a sudden I wanted to visit some old friends so I stopped by my old law firm. I saw LaDonna and started walking around the place, showing Noel where everything used to be since everything had been completely changed around. We had to get a project from a copy company and we needed to get it filed but I needed to replace one page in each copy and have it all spiral bound so I stepped in and started working on it. There were all of these people there and I didn't know them, but I acted like I owned the place so no one questioned me working there. Then I was in a place in the same building, maybe like a cafeteria, and I was talking to a guy and he was showing me some water tricks with dolphins (the dolphin ws standing upright) and, unlike a dolphin, attacked the guy I was with and me and started going berserk and attacking everyone, thrashing about. There was a doctor at the law firm and everyone needed to see him. I had some broken bones and some shrapnel lodged into my cheeck (which kind of looked like diamonds). No one knows why the dolphin snapped but when we did a replay of it, the guy I was with accidentally got his fingers by the dolphin's mouth while he was trying to pet him instead of the top of his head.

Gauchos and boots

I know it was more extensive but all I can remember is that I was wearing a pair of gauchos and put on a pair of flat boots to go with it. They were flat boots, but I felt very good in them.

Bible Thumper and Legos

I’m upstairs with Dave and there’s a knock at the back. We hear voices. Someone’s at the side door. Dave starts to leave the room and then I hear them at the back of the house and it scares me so I go to be with Dave. He’s somewhere else and I go to the side door. I open our inside side door and we hadn’t even realized we had left the door open. There’s three black women there in traditional-type African dress who want to preach the word of G-d. I say “It’s very nice to meet you, but I am Jewish” and right then the third women, who was extremely tall, started in after me. I don’t know if it had all been an act to get in the house and rob us or if she heard I was Jewish and that threw her into a frenzy. I start yelling for Dave and realize that I’m yelling in my dream but I don’t wake up. I swear that I had been yelling loudly for Dave and I’m trying and trying to wake myself up but it’s not working. I start crying, little whimpers that I try to get out but don’t make a sound and then the scene switches to stop animation type images. I’m looking at a dollhouse. It’s very angry. The people’s faces are very angry and the scenes that I’m looking at are very angry. It was all those legos characters. There was one, it was clear and lying on a bed but the skull was ripped open. Another one had freckles on her face and very distinct lines. There were tons of images just being shot at me – even only being 8 minutes since I’ve woken up the images are fading from my viewpoint and the one I can really remember is the one with the freckles and I can’t even really describe the lines correctly. At this point I realize that Dave hadn’t come up because I was dreaming. I was awake but still dreaming and that I could control my dream. So I try to control my dream but it’s not working because I try to change the images from angry images to not angry images and it doesn’t work. All of a sudden I see colors – reds, greens and blues and I realize that I’m about to wake up but I’m fighting it. I know that the colors were my neurons inside my brain creating the images – I try hard to control the dream and to stay in the dream mode. And then I do wake up. I actually had a LUCID dream. I'm utterly amazed. I’m tempted to keep sleeping because I am so tired. I was going to replay the dream in my head (actually, I had started doing it in the middle of the dream and that was another tipoff that I was dreaming) but decided that there was no way I was going to remember near the detail in the morning and it is so true because even now there’s a lot that I’m still missing. Sometimes when I wake up I wish I had a movie camera inside my head because I lose so much of the picture in trying to describe the detail. Part of it is losing the detail as I’m describing it and the other is that I’m not the best writer – 2 very different sides of the same equation. And that’s when I woke up and came down here because it was so so early into my falling asleep. I woke up at 11:48 and I had fallen asleep at 11:30.

I know why I was screaming but not really screaming and that’s the part of the brain that prohibits movement when you are in REM, but boy was that a really neat sensation even if the images were scary. That’s the first time that I’ve been able to realize that I’ve been in a dream since I was in college and dreamt of a flying boat and as soon as I saw the boat and knew that boats couldn’t fly I knew I was in a dream and tried to control it.

Sorry this sounds so disjointed, but I just woke up. I’m going to post this in the morning, but only because I have to get back to bed and I want to find the right picture to go with this dream. I’m not going to change any of the wording. Bye.

Post-note: I talked through this dream with Dave right after I wrote this and it was so much easier to explain when discussing it rather than writing it. The colors I saw reminded me of how a tv works. Also, I had just watched 13 going on 30 before bed and there was a dollhouse in that dream and so maybe that's where that came from.

No Smoking

http://www.smoking-cessation.org/

Another one of those nights where I know it was such an involved dream - yet what I can remember is so limited....

I was at a restaurant trying to eat and some people started to smoke. Like the outspoken person that I am I mentioned that we are SMOKE FREE! Only half of the people stopped smoking, though, and I got mad.

Don't know why I dreamt about that, but....

Unknown dream

I remember waking up in the middle of the night, replaying my dream in my head so that I would remember it - and here I am unable to remember. I know it wasn't an extremely pleasant dream, I've got a few flashes of pictures going through my head, but there's something stopping them from becoming words, or understandable pictures. It's frustrating, but maybe for the best.

G Graffiti

The only thing I remember from last night (well, when I had my second doze after Little One ate) is that G had markered all over the bathroom floor. I was aghast since it is not like him at all to do that. I made him clean it up and most of it was coming up except there was writing left underneath it and it read "I know what you did last..." (just like the movie "I know what you did last summer"). That's it. Kinda lame. Aah well.

When I was little...

(Not quite the right picture - but it is kind of a man behind the curtain.)

When I was little, elementary school age, I used to think that I could influence my dreams. Even back then, as a little girl, I used to think that. I would sit in my bed in my flannel pajamas, trying my hardest to make my bed light up with electricity. I would take my little imaginary pen and write the kind of dream (not the exact dream - still do that to this day) on my little imaginary piece of parchment. I would then fold it and fold it and fold it and put it in my ear so the man in my head could play the dream for me. And no - it wasn't a schizophrenic type of thing - just the person who controlled my dreams. I don't actually recall if I ever got the dream I asked for, but I know I did this quite often.

Acrobats

Well, I know it's been a while. I've been remembering my dreams (I almost wrote dreamt, but we all dream, every night, it's really just what we remember of our dreams) sparsely on and often because I've been waking up too abruptly in the mornings with Little One being more and more hungry right when he wakes up, as opposed to cooing peacefully until I can pull myself out of bed to make his bottle, change his diaper and then feed him. So it's been too rushed to remember much, but this morning (on my day to sleep in) I woke to a screaming baby to help the husband, then to a crying 4 year old who is still getting over an ear infection and had about an hour lull of sleep before Little One did wake up cooing peacefully (since he had already had his morning bottle and it wasn't even close to breakfast yet).

Anyway, I digress....

All I can remember (being that it is about 18 hours later) is that I was walking down a street, or in a yard or something and there were acrobats. Aerial acrobats I think. G was there and was getting measured for something or other, but they kept saying he was 3. I agreed, but with my usual caveat of - "no, wait - he's the size of a 3 year old but he's really 4."

It was a very pleasant dream. That much I know.